My Life Stories, From the highest to the lowest, and the grey area crap inbetween that forms my life so far…

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Over my life I have experienced a journey, and I’m thankful, I really am.

But these last few months have been hard. From enjoying the life my parents gave me, and the seductive lifestyle of youth and carnage of naive pubescent sexual desire, I didn’t see anything wrong until I started losing a grip on who I was as a person, I flung myself through women, university, work, without taking anything seriously, yet I had a tight hold on my fun, partying and of course cigarettes. Two days after last years Christmas, I had my work induction to my new job, I had moved down to Hobart and I accepted a job in the Wrest Point Casino as yes a bartender 🙂 It was fantastic, everything was coming together, a great job with a great paycheck and for over a month I had solidly kept to my own pact of no sexual encounters until I found love.

A few weeks earlier I had previously been promised a job at an Irish pub, but was soon disappointed with the brutality of reality, horrid management and was rejected completely without an apology, it wasn’t going to be that easy in this new city. Eating plenty of cheap canned food and smoking terribly cheap cigarettes, a downed decrepit condition of living really just to save money I was soon to run out of. Suddenly though two weeks later and three job interviews, I had my options of being a porter at a prestigious hotel(The Henry Jones Art Hotel), a kitchen hand at the Royal Tasmanian Yacht Club and a bartender at a casino with multiple bars and plenty of hours, choosing wisely I accepted the job at the casino. On this day my induction to my new job was a day I will not forget easily, arriving to the car after finding out all the nooks and crannies of my wonderful new workplace. My dear little sister who had only celebrated her 14th birthday over a month and half ago, had called me repeatedly, and left me several messages to call her urgently, sitting in the car on a suddenly, dawning dark day. I called her only find out she has been walking the streets of my old family neighbourhood in Sydney distraught with the news of my fathers infidelity, with some woman he worked with in Brisbane, after organizing my friends in Sydney to pick up my little sister and take her to their mothers house to make sure she was okay, I called my parents…

Through fits of screaming rage, throwing office chairs down the stairs and ghastly fits of anguish I was able to persuade my father to leave the house with some belongings, I couldn’t talk to my mother, she was attuned and driven to an almost rabid insane outburst of absolute pure wrath saying if she had “a gun or a knife” she would have killed my father.

It was over the next few days that my mother had calmed down, my father gave way to truth and had told both my mother and I that he had been paying for prostitutes for the entirety of the last year…

Now think, your own father, who you thought to be the working family man, who had your highest honour and pride, who had managed and coached your rugby team, who had always been there when you were in trouble, who had all the answers, who guided and taught you right from wrong, who you looked up to and idolized, single handedly proved you wrong…. No destroyed all your beliefs of him. What stops you from believing everything that was right about your father is in reality false.

I cannot fathom his decisions to do such things.

This event cracked the foundation of our family. But the with family second chances aren’t just deserving, they are a given, otherwise you would always question what if but for most of its for love.

But it wasn’t up to the rest of our immediate family or even me, it was my mother and her big full heart, she was and I do believe, will always be in love my father. They went through marriage counseling over the last couple months to decide whether they could work it out or civilly part ways.

I visited my family for my older sister’s engagement party for a weekend, it was amazing, my parents were the happiest I’d seen them in years, like school children in fact, I, as was everyone else were truly looking forward to overcoming this dark cloud.

A week after my great weekend of celebration, I had worked a ten hour shift at the casino till early in the morning, and sleeping it off, I woke up to more urgent phone calls…..

My father who was too afraid to tell my mother about several other affairs when he had the chance during the couples counseling, had been caught when my mother had accidentally found an email recently sent by my father to an ex-mistress, he then had no choice but to tell the entire truth for the last time, my father had been cheating on my mother my entire life and a divorce is inevitable…

But following the original event that started this all, my father has been seeing a psychologist, he’s found out he’s a sex addict, this lingering shadow over his head his entire life, has finally been revealed.

all starting when abused as a twelve year child by a woman in his neighbourhood, my father has been unable to control himself.

I will always love my father, no matter what, yes he provided for our family, coached my rugby team, was always there for me and my family, I will never abandon him in his time of need especially when he is completely alone.

But unfortunately, I am now lost, I don’t know what to do, my dearest mother who calls me everyday asks me what to do, asks me for advice, constantly repeats everything, and I know its not her intention, but I feel like its pulling me under, but I’ll stay strong, love makes and helps you do such things.

There’s alot of detail missing from the last few months, so I’m sorry if it sounds scattered, but its just so hard to concentrate on such a thing as this.

On the bright side I think I’ve found someone, but I’ll talk to you about that next time.

I know its a short greeting but this is how I’ve been feeling.
I’ve been repeatedly making a quick and sweet contact with a wall, using my head ofcourse!
I have been experiencing a complete mobocracy(a lovely word for an utter state of confusion), thats right! Girl problems!
I’ve scrambled and sieved through every “micro-millimeter” of memory, thought and reason as to why my girlfriend is experiencing this state of precariousness and unnaffection, ofcourse wanting to have “some time” by herself(even thought she’s had alot of that for the past few weeks due to uni), not explaining the issue or issues, not looking at me for support which I’ve pretty much done from the beggining!

Talking about begginings, it was her telling me “I don’t want to play any of these stupid mind games” and further telling me she wants a serious relationship with truthfullness, no bullshit further pointing out how terrible her last relationship was, I agreed and now I look back, I have to say I’m truthfully confused about this bullshit.

So after not seeing her for the week, due to her University degree’s supervised nursing practice based two hours away, I went to her house after work on the friday night and she greeted me with unnaffection, no hugs, no kisses. At this point I was completely unaware that my confusion at the time was completely belittled to what I feel now. I ask if everything’s alright, and yeah “apparently” it was.

Then after no contact all day and night, Sunday around noon I recieve a text apologising for being “stand offish” and that she needs time by herself after everything that’s been going on and that she’s not in a good place. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? PLEASE FOR THE SAKE OF MY SANITY TELL ME INSTEAD OF SAYING THAT AND NOT TALKING TO ME FOR THE REST OF THE DAY! FUCK. Sorry I’ve got alot of counted sheep owed to this girl. She’s actually put me in a bad “place”. I thought its been fine up untill the last week or so.
Now I don’t understand why she questions my maturity, telling me via text instead of in person? not replying? expecting me to wait on hand and foot without knowing anything, it make me feel meaningless and unwanted its torturous! I’d rather be told, good or bad, why.

I may only be 21, but considering what’s happened, 25 or 18, age really doesn’t matter now does it?

Yours the justifiably disapointed

Alexander Vince

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” Robert A. Heinlein

So I’ve waited way to long to post about my Halloween weekend! It was interesting, filled with vampires, ghouls, Zorro, corpses, a Sweeney Todd, blood guts and skanky “sluts”(no offence but that was definitely the look they were going for, not that I nor others were complaining haha). I myself was a sophisticated looking vampire, with fangs and all, I may have been sophisticated looking, but i was being far from sophisticated and closer to being inappropriate in my drunken ways then anything else haha.

Starting off with work from 5 till 10, I was eager to go begin! With my Horde of buddies; Adam(Zorro), Jae(vampire bitten French housemaid), and golly/Andy Bennet(Pauly D) we landed at a birthday house party where a many people ended their night in a drunken pool of stumbling confusion. (ADAM WITNESSED A GUY SPEWING OVER THE BALCONY, which was hilarious.)

Some random pictures of peeps!

Leaving with “happy birthday’s” and the anticipation of going out and “Trick or Treating”, we had a speedy drive to Lloyds Hotel which hosted a massively awesome Halloween event, and apart from the “boring lazy” people who didn’t take the time to dress up, it reminded me of a the Rob Zombie music video “Dragula”, yet perhaps not so satanic and including hot nurses, maids, she-devils, and bride corpses, with the live band even participating in their ghoulish ways. Its intriguing how I enjoyed Lloyds that night in compared to the regular Lloyds that on most occasions I loathe, But its quite self explanatory why I enjoyed it, atmosphere, eye candy, drinking, lots of familiar faces, and more drinking yet if only they hosted way more parties such as this in compared to what they’ve done in the past; just a suggestion…

We then moved onto Irish Murphies! Where me and Adam were approached by a middle aged woman, who I was previously flashing my fangs at, and licking my lips, for a laugh of course, but when she approached us, she asked whether I “liked turning girls on at the bar” with a drunken slur that would be obvious to the deaf or dead, with a tone of complete seriousness and leaning forward continuing to tell me that I was “cute” or “hot” which in our inebriated state made Adam and I laugh to pieces as we had coat hangers(AKA the hangover, well the perfect ingredient for one anyway).

After the Lovely Irish Murphies, you would have found me, Adam, Golly, and Jae with inebriation at an all time high at New York, enjoying the company of its musky smell of beer, sweat, and the sweet smell of grinding, not that sweet, but stand one way and you get grinded on by some lovely girl (with an obviously fantastic personality), look the other way and your looking at that girls boyfriend who just so happens to see, with the awkward moment that follows your realisation… I have to apologise my memory is quite hazy by this time, all I remember is cigarettes, a drink that I apparently made up and it tasting like a pure alcoholic mix of liquors and ice, so just imagine, its like drinking urine…. Not that I’ve drank urine, but this drink was fantastically disgusting. I remember leaving, getting to the taxi rank, and trying to be all noble and enforcing justice on the “pusher inerererers” yes my drunken self has amazing morals. But unfortunately these two, mmmm how could I describe them, oh yes filth! These two pieces of filth decided aggression was how this predicament was going to be sorted out, when they exchanged some inaudible filth language, I replied with a cheeky “what? what? pardon? I can’t understand you?” and that may not have helped the situation, but a taxi came by, and bye bye filth as they hopped in, to go back to their filth home in filth land, wherever the filth that may be…. Filth…

Then back to mine and Adam’s home where we all went to sleep after the sun began to rise at 6 in the morning…. It was a fun night! Even if it includes memory loss!

Now I was going to talk about a certain subject for this blog, but Its going to be on the next one…. Probably tomorrow night!

Wow time flies, maybe not with wings, although the hour/minute arms look like wings, especially when its 9:15 Pm (yes I’m talking about a clock, I’m a bit different okay! Its called being unique!). Anyhow its Friday the 1st of July, its uni holidays and my life has vastly made itself even bigger, more complex and amazing as each second goes by. I apologize for my absolute laziness in writing my posts but how exciting would my life be if it didn’t take precedence or charge over my writing? (Even if it took over completely)

I don’t know whether i could even release it in chapters as so much has happened over the past months, that i could probably write a book. But you’ll be getting the shortened version, only the exciting bits of course!

I’ve been back up to Sydney, visited family and friends, and drank way too much! (I’ll show you some pictures!)

My best mate from Sydney came down with me to see the lime light of Launceston…(Which shall be talked of in the next post)

And oh did he have fun…. You’ll have to find out

By the way I’m a hundred percent sober, since Wednesday night/early hours of Thursday and I’m currently once again cleansing myself of smoking. Yes I know its Friday, but you have to start somewhere right! Lowered drinking levels, and a complete stop to smoking!

I’m also considering moving houses.

On the list of things to do….

THE LIST OF THINGS TO DO

– UNI(always first )

– Write a story about a beautiful red dragon and an attractive blue dragon (Still

working on the title and most of the story, as its still on going)

– Save money(for a rainy day)

– Move out of this place(long story)

– Still enjoy ones self (pretty self explanatory)

But there are a many things i wish to talk about today, mainly sex, but also my girlfriend, yes that’s right girlfriend!

My previous post about the girl i met is indeed about my current girlfriend, Mars has finally met Venus, and damn its good! Pretty much 4 months in a couple of weeks She has such a lust for life it almost makes her so sick it would keep her bedridden for days, so things were pretty rocky to begin with, but now on the relationship front it seems pretty good! Hi 5 anyone?

Anyway time for sex talk!

I’ve had a many conversations with friends about the opposite sex, especially when your on your guys night out, and there’s an absolutely “drop dead gorgeous” girl wearing a skimpy, tight fitted, shiny, and extremely revealing dress, and many guys would roll around on the ground like a puppy dog, or attach a leash to themselves to hand to her, just to hope to have sex with her…. Multiple times…. But it seems like a massive annoyance to ourselves that us men, crave sex, all the time, and its worse then you think. (a guys point of view) From when you lose your virginity, its an addiction, which goes with the saying “once you pop you can’t stop” some may not feel the same way, but the majority do. Everyone has their addictions smoking, narcotics, alcohol, etc, and etc, but the stereotypical female thinking that all men want is sex, isn’t completely true, as much as I’d love to have it every hour of every day I can do without! Even though I get twitchy…. I read a story about a guy so wound up about sex, he chopped his own penis off, still didn’t fix the problem but still sounds fucked up. Yes this is probably an extreme case of addiction or mostly some kind of insanity and isn’t quite as regular, but maybe most of us men have a “softcore” addiction to sex, or just maybe its our evolutionary instincts, as quoted by Famous Irish comedian/actor Dylan Moran “The race must continue! The race must continue!”, its also known that in the past, the male was supposed to “spread his seed” as much as possible so his lineage will continue, so where does this leave guys who are continually under scrutiny from woman. SEXIST AGAINST MEN! I THINK SO Narr, I’m just kidding, but hopefully if a woman, or a girl is reading this and realises that there’s a reason to our “addiction” or our yearning to sex you up, you will be more understanding and you should actually take it as a compliment as they are genuinely attracted to you. Besides many “Girls feel the need to love to have sex, but guys feel the need to have sex to love.” that’s right, so moral of the story is, we’re all fucked up, so lets just have sex. Just kidding haha

OH AND P.S ON THIS STORY, If you are actually and completely terrible at sex, its called “PORN” its good research material, which is why we watched it when we were teenagers in the midst of beginning our sex lives. AND PLEASE ATLEAST TRY, AND I MEAN GENUINELY TRY TO GET HER OFF, OTHERWISE YOUR A GREEDY SELFISH BASTARD. AND AND…. I’m kinda embarrassed to say I’m pumped for the new Harry Potter movie, does anybody else think Hermione’s hot? I JUST CAN’T WAIT FOR ALL THE HARRY POTTER FANATICS TO TURN INTO AIMLESS ZOMBIES AFTER ITS RELEASE, It’ll be like “ZombieLand” or “Dawn Of The Dead”, THE ANTICIPATION IS KILLING ME! haha.

Well that’s enough for tonight…

I’m off to my girlfriends house

Yours the addicted and the fallen

Alexander Vince

Pictures!

Yes its a top hat

Me and my mate Adam, at The Oatley Hotel… In Oatley….

Cheeese!

TOP HAT!

MUGSHOT!

CAMERA PHONE BATTLE!

TOM!

WITH A CAMERA PHONE!

KIRK!

TOM WITH HIS CAMERA PHONE! AGAIN!

My pet Monty, he’s a homie!

Morning i was leaving

The bottle of wine me and Adam drank before I got on the plane to Tasmania

So naturally, me and some friends were at a pub… But it was my first time at this pub, “The Oak” which my friends described as an “Indie-Alternative-musician-hippy-dreadlock-pub”. But there I was in a dress shirt, business shoes, and my smart casual jacket, surrounded by, dreadlocks, old green army jackets, and well I was definitely out of place.

But as soon as I talked to my green loving friends, they weren’t as prejudice as a I perceived, yes at first I was the thing I hated the most, a snob, baselessly judging people from their looks. DUN DUN DUNNN. But at the same time, the wine i consumed earlier was definitely a depressant, I was tired, droopy and very much “eh”. But then this amazing thing happened like God, Jesus, or Chuck Norris himself stepped into that small outside area of the pub and fadoozled with one females mind, to which she out of nowhere decided she needed to be topless, she wasn’t extremly drunk, or that drunk in fact. But it was a “statement”. A friend of mine Sim told me her friend had previously found out that night that her boyfriend had been cheating on her, so the soon to be topless one decided she would take off her top to show how much she hated men and that if men can take their shirt off in public so can women… Quite ironic considering most guys, instead of feeling so offended, just enjoyed themselves, and one in particular took it up to himself to be the creepy guy just staring at her bosoms. Other people followed in her foot steps….

But from what started out for me being an out of place, droopy, tired grumpy night, turned into a nude beer garden night. I also have new found ideals.. I love feminism, I support it, yeah yeah equality for all sexes!

I felt good. I looked alive? Besides the insanely croaky voice i believe this is the best hangover of my life, well without “fun time”… But they were so generous that they gave me a 10 pack of scotch and cola cans…. I drooled over the cans for a couple of hours, then put them in my bar fridge

BUT GOOD GOD I’m going to have to keep this short, as I’m blogging about Saturday morning and this is the following Wednesday, and yes student night tonight but I’m not going out!

But there is a little shindig at the awesome “Leprena” on campus accommodation, which I’m not living at because i was too cool for them… I wish.. But I’m going to their shindig, again.

So I’ll part with you quickly only to talk about “innocence” not the whole breaking the law innocence, but the sexual “innocence”, ever thought of those times? Well my friends and I sure did! Then my crazy mind came up with “It was all rainbows and butterflies everywhere, now its all cocks and sperm”. Which brought nods of approval all round! Anyway, I have to skadoodle home, to get the scotch and cola

Yours the excited, corrupt and “The Fonz” look a like

Alexander Vince

P.S “shout out to my homies” in Sydney and in England, I miss you all!

They come in all shapes and forms, short, tall, middle? Muscular, thin or big boned, but what first appearances, are at times extremely different once you start to get to know the particular person, except for complete and utter douches, first appearances definitely defines them as the ultimate douche of “douchness”. For example last Wednesday i had another student night, yes i finished off my Green Label Johnnie Walker, oh the HORROR. So anyway at “The Saloon” my friends and I were playing pool and what seemed like an extremely drunk and dumbed down version of the hulk walked towards us, except not so buff, and well not green, as for the IQ I didn’t know such lower life forms were still around(I was hoping they died off from stupidity and lack of common sense), reminded me of president bush really, but not funny enough to laugh at.

HAHAHA. That is all….

But oh god he “got up in my grill” hahah but seriously, he tried to convince me and my friends that he had apparently “won” the table, well the single cell organism was apparently at the pool table playing with other mates, yes I’d sympathize, but I’d played several games before he walked over…. So obviously after he started to get all antsy pansy I told him to “Shadazzle off” and i tried my best not to flick him off, but ehehehe what can i say?

So besides that particular incident, people in this state are extremely nice, I’ve got some new buddies, all fans of drinking, the “window shopping”, and are indeed in tune with my sense of humour. WOO! DAMN I NEARLY FORGOT. There is this one guy… BIGGEST COCK HEAD KNOWN TO MAN. Why introduce me to some girls and saying “oi listen to this guy, he has an accent, he’s so smooth and he gets so much pussy!”. Like what the fuck? I didn’t even know this guy? But I don’t care, he has to do a nudie run at some point in this cold weather, so karma and embarrassment is all going to hit this small man. HA. HAHA.

But what confuses me the most, is that men have been stereotyped to be shallow. WHATTTT! The reasoning behind this is that we have temporary memory loss and complete lack of concentration, we also do stupid things, act like apes of old ancestry involved in our mating calls or dancing when we are in a presence of a “hot” girl, or those large and almost magnetic or hypnotic “attention seekers” they are located behind, and in front. But this is absolutely wrong! I speak for myself and all men, that we have pride, we have power and NOTHING CAN TAKE THAT AWAY……………..

Wait a second! NO! NO! Fine…. I admit it. Its too hard to evade my eyes….. But yeah that’s a picture of me and a stripper, she beat me up, BUT THIS STILL DOESN’T PROVE WE ARE SHALLOW.

So if men are effected by those amazing…….. “attention seekers”, are women vulnerable to such tactics?

Lets find out i want to make a vote on whether you lady readers find this “Fidel Castro” and his “attention seekers” impossible to evade? (now i blotched his face out, for private reasons obviously)

To cast your vote, look at the comments on this post and there should be one of my comments and you either press the “” whether you like it, or the “” if you don’t.

Now as for me getting beat up by a stripper. (WARNING: IF YOU DON’T WANT MENTAL SCARS DONT READ OR LOOK FURTHER!)

Twas a many moons ago that i happened to go to an event called “Sexpo” (http://sexpo.com.au/) and there was an inflatable castle which was fortunately a strip club. The stripper who “performed” for me was a lovely nice lady, who i respect completely and utterly, As you can see from the picture earlier I’ve got my cheeky grin on and life couldn’t be better. But this was before she tied me to the strippers pole with my own scarf, pulled my pants down, ripped my bonds apart, took off my shirt, and rubbed and humped fruit and ice, into my back, and bit my bum, when she put a pear between my but cheeks. But oh that’s not the end, she whipped me with my own belt, and a studded belt. I had trouble walking, sitting down and LIFE STILL COULDN’T BE BETTER

But there is a picture of my ass in my “morning after folder” and here it is:

Bite mark and all.

But what concerned me most about my night at the strip club is that i got titties in my face, dry humped, and what i call “fetishly tortured”, which i didn’t pay for, but other people just paid for the torture…. Now maybe my moral values aren’t as fucked up as i thought, haha i was never into the whole hardcore domination thing but strip clubs they “aigghhttt”.

Now I’ve talked about douches, the cockhead, men, my new homies, strippers, the Fidel Castro looking guy, “hot” girls with their “attention seekers” but i haven’t talked about normal or average people. Now this is where it may get confusing but i don’t think there is a such thing as a normal or average person because to me normal is boring, and no matter how stale or un-delightfully monotone a person can be, you just have to get to know them, open them up or get them excited because then comes what i call “fun time”.

Yours the beat up/tortured and fun time loving

Alexander Vince

P.S VOTE! LIKEY! OR NO LIKEY!

P.S.S I will continue my defiance of the so called male stereotype of being shallow, next time.

Population of 100,000 people, and so far i only know my land lady, whose 60, and other residents who are around the same age unfortunately. As far as uni goes, its a mish mash of the multicultural experience where i have met only a few people, but hopeful my endeavours of student night tonight, will go far.

As for my accommodation I’m staying in a colonial house built in the 1840’s and was apparently called “Pinky’s farm” and the first owners, actually owned most of the land outside Launceston city, but apart from that history lesson, its a nice house, but a big fucking nice house

Now with my boredom level creeping up slowly, my hopes are held high for this student night tonight!

I haven’t told you about my exciting time since I’ve last “blogged” (hahah still have a strange feeling when saying that), My birthday oh that was a night i wish i completely remembered, and my boys nights before i left Sydney!

My one and only birthday picture i took:

Yes… Me in my drunken state thought it’d be funny to take a picture of my vomit, the only part you’d find funny is that i slipped in it on the way back…. Yummy…

As for my birthday i had a little shindig at my place, where i drank myself silly for the afternoon. As for the night me and my mates booked a hotel room in a place called “Cronulla” to which we stumbled in with alcohol induced mischief! Now if the slipping in vomit didn’t make you giggle or at least smile, then imagine me trying to talk to a girl because she was obviously distraught over some fella and then i got flicked on the nose, quite literally flicked on the nose! Now I’ve had a slap or an angry expression but a flick was by far the most amusing rejection I’ve ever had, i nearly fell on the floor laughing at the time!

Now the mischief after involved getting excessively drunk and topples…. With the mates hahaha

Apart from that, the morning left me something like the morning after my friends and i walked the harbour bridge after the pub… As you can see…

My mate Floyd “the morning after”…

The boys night……. Which turned into the boys nights, the Friday and the Saturday, twas alright, enjoyed the Saturday quite a bit

Here’s some of the boys and me on the saturday night:

Now I shall love you and leave you for next time because I’m off to succumb to my Deprived, Traumatic, Fun!